M’Nalie awoke in a strange medbay to strange doctors and strange nurses. The last thing she remembered was the sounds of her ship almost ripping itself apart as they passed through the barrior. She had grabbed Woods to keep him safe. They had been thrown when gravity failed. They had hit a bulkhead hard. She had almost managed to get her feet under her but the angle was off.. they must of repaired the damage as her leg felt fine. She sat up. And nearly slid off the biobed. Her leg wasn’t fine. IT wasn’t there at all. Nothing but a stump remained. Neatly closed up by protoplaser. Her Clan were warriors in a sence that other species of the Federation didn’t usually understand. It was more than a job, a culture or a way of life. It was who you were. She settled back onto the biobed wanting to die. Knowing she couldn’t allow herself to die and not even hearing anything being said to her by the nurses who had rushed over when she sat up. She closed her eyes and it felt like her spirit floated free. Not that she went anywhere in reality. It was more of a disconnect from reality she didn’t want to accept. She fell back asleep. Or was Catatonic a better word? A soul to tired to face the world right now.

Ensign M’Nalie Eshenti. Engineering.